Here, Where, Of Havoc Tired And Rash Undoing, Man Left This Structure To Become Time'S Prey A Soothing Spirit Follows In The Way That Nature Takes, Her Counter-Work Pursuing. See How Her Ivy Clasps The Sacred Ruin Fall To Prevent Or Beautify Decay; And, On The Mouldered Walls, How Bright, How Gay, The Flowers In Pearly Dews Their Bloom Renewing! Thanks To The Place, Blessings Upon The Hour; Even As I Speak The Rising Sun'S First Smile Gleams On The Grass-Crowned Top Of Yon Tall Tower Whose Cawing Occupants With Joy Proclaim Prescriptive Title To The Shattered Pile Where, Cavendish, 'Thine' Seems Nothing But A Name!